The Hint

And what does a clock 

Do in the graveyard? 

The people mocked, 

At the beliefs scribbled, 

In the pages of literature. 

A retired professor of 82,

Who came to visit his college, 

Heard the laughs of the young hearts. 

The words of the old, 

Are not considered. 

He had a huge breath. 

His veins couldn't resist, 

Moving towards them, 

With his stick for support, 

Stood in front of them. 

Truth is always a joke, 

He said as he took off his hat, 

His baldness showed his experience. 

Shakey legs and shakey hands, 

He gave a clue about the discussion. 

Oh really? One of them mocked again. 

Neve dare to visit that grave, 

He winked his eyes and left. 

While everyone noticed his eyes, 

No one noticed, 

The graveyard symbol, tattooed on his neck. 

With anger face, 

He awaits their arrival, 

At the graveyard, 

With an axe to bury them!